Nano
Then she was wondering why she had her phone in her pocket. Why did it work, even after passing through the obviously strong electrical field that was the Barrier? Sure, she didn't have service, but it was still functional anyway. Did it really matter, if she was dreaming? No, but if she wasn't imagining this whole ordeal...
Bastien poked her temple lightly with the tip of his finger. "The lights are on, but it seems as if no one's home, Cerina. Mind telling me where your thoughts just ran away with you to?"
She shrugged. "Just pondering, really. Nothing super important."
Bastien rested his chin on his fist and tilted his head slightly in a catlike manner. "You're not dreaming, Cerina. But if you'd like to think you are, it might make certain things easier. However... Don't go being reckless and thinking this is something you can just wake up from if you end up injured somehow. I don't want to lose you because you weren't being cautious."
She nodded. "So... You said you wanted me to come here with you, Bastien. But why? What is there here aside from uber sexy man form of you that you wanted to share with me?"
He leaned in close and that woodsy scent overwhelmed her again, the scent containing something that made her feel like her nerve endings were on fire. Those smooth fingertips lightly cupped the side of her face, carefully, as if she were something delicate and fragile that could easily be broken. She went to open her mouth to protest, but Bastien's lips were pressed to hers before her synapses had even completed transferring the command to speak. All other thoughts were lost, although the kiss was chaste and filled with good intentions. Never before had she felt what she did when that moist, supple skin met with hers, careful and demanding all at once.
Cerina leaned into the embrace, sliding her hands up to take fistfuls of his silken alabaster hair that felt more plush than she ever could have imagined it would. She deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out tentatively to teasingly stroke the tip of his. That heated and nigh electric touch tore a groan of longing from deep within Bastien and he gripped the edge of the table with his hands to keep from grasping onto the girl as tightly as he wanted to. Seconds later, Cerina heard the sound of wood splintering beneath the stress of his fingers.
She wanted to be startled by the noise, but told herself that it was something she'd be better off worrying about later. It seemed like a sturdy table, and probably not something that a man should be able to reduce to toothpicks with little effort from his bare hands. However, she continued her slow and torturous exploration of his mouth with her tongue, inquisitively touching the tip of one of those feline fangs and shrinking back from the hardness of it before dragging his lower lip between her own. Cerina stroked it enticingly with her teeth before pulling back slightly and letting go, leaving both of them breathless and speechless.
She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, a small laugh escaping her as she caught her breath. "Sorry... Something about the way you smell just makes me lose it..."
Bastien poked her temple lightly with the tip of his finger. "The lights are on, but it seems as if no one's home, Cerina. Mind telling me where your thoughts just ran away with you to?"
She shrugged. "Just pondering, really. Nothing super important."
Bastien rested his chin on his fist and tilted his head slightly in a catlike manner. "You're not dreaming, Cerina. But if you'd like to think you are, it might make certain things easier. However... Don't go being reckless and thinking this is something you can just wake up from if you end up injured somehow. I don't want to lose you because you weren't being cautious."
She nodded. "So... You said you wanted me to come here with you, Bastien. But why? What is there here aside from uber sexy man form of you that you wanted to share with me?"
He leaned in close and that woodsy scent overwhelmed her again, the scent containing something that made her feel like her nerve endings were on fire. Those smooth fingertips lightly cupped the side of her face, carefully, as if she were something delicate and fragile that could easily be broken. She went to open her mouth to protest, but Bastien's lips were pressed to hers before her synapses had even completed transferring the command to speak. All other thoughts were lost, although the kiss was chaste and filled with good intentions. Never before had she felt what she did when that moist, supple skin met with hers, careful and demanding all at once.
Cerina leaned into the embrace, sliding her hands up to take fistfuls of his silken alabaster hair that felt more plush than she ever could have imagined it would. She deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out tentatively to teasingly stroke the tip of his. That heated and nigh electric touch tore a groan of longing from deep within Bastien and he gripped the edge of the table with his hands to keep from grasping onto the girl as tightly as he wanted to. Seconds later, Cerina heard the sound of wood splintering beneath the stress of his fingers.
She wanted to be startled by the noise, but told herself that it was something she'd be better off worrying about later. It seemed like a sturdy table, and probably not something that a man should be able to reduce to toothpicks with little effort from his bare hands. However, she continued her slow and torturous exploration of his mouth with her tongue, inquisitively touching the tip of one of those feline fangs and shrinking back from the hardness of it before dragging his lower lip between her own. Cerina stroked it enticingly with her teeth before pulling back slightly and letting go, leaving both of them breathless and speechless.
She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, a small laugh escaping her as she caught her breath. "Sorry... Something about the way you smell just makes me lose it..."